Actually that’s bullshit, it didn’t really remind me of it at all, I just wanted to post about it…LOL. But without further ado…Read more
We had such a great time, and the fireworks at the Space Needle were AMAZING. Like super elegant. And classy AF. Not like those tacky ass firework shows you normally see. The colors were so on point and it was just so PRETTY. See a video here.
We stayed at The Mediterranean, and were supposed to watch fireworks from the roof, but it was too crowded so we just wandered onto the street instead and (IMO) got an even better view!
Oregon felt like the American version of Ireland. I haven’t been to Washington yet (jk I just got back from Seattle), but I’m guessing it’s Oregon on steroids to the max.OKAY SO. OREGON.
I’ve been wanting to visit the good ol’ (rainy) PNW for freaking ever. I love green things and I think I have the opposite of the typical SAD (seasonal affectiveness disorder) in the sense that I feel sad if there isn’t enough rainy/cloudy days during the fall and winter.
Don’t get me wrong, I dig the sun, but my favorite weather is grey, cloudy days. Everything just seems more magical and epic and I feel so inspired to create and be creative. Anyone else feel the same??? Or am I alone in my love for all things NOT sunny?
I just had to hop on board…And I also just like talking about the places I’ve visited, so…Here we go!
2016 was pretty hard to beat, travel-wise, because I moved to Flagstaff for three months (which I absolutely LOVED) and got to see a ton of Arizona through projects/exploring while in the conservation corps; then I went to Europe for 1.5 months and explored Israel, Greece, Ireland, and Belgium, and then Costa Rica for 10 days! Soooo it was pretty fuckin great.
2017 was still awesome, just a lot more local, especially since I had a job that I was sticking around the Bay Area for.
And so, here are my favorite destinations from 2017.
This’ll be my last Greece post…BUT OH MAN you should 10000000% go to Meteora if you’re in Greece.
I don’t care how out of the way it is for you (It’s about a 5 hour bus/train ride from Athens), or how little time you have – YOU. NEED. TO. GO. Like stop what you’re doing right now, buy a ticket to Greece, and go to Meteora. Then probably an island, because it wouldn’t be a trip to Greece without going to one.
Okay, actually, maybe read this guide first – THEN buy your ticket.
BUT surprise, surprise – the beaches were not all that great! If you want beautiful beaches and whatnot, get your ass to Paros or Naxos.
Santorini does have beaches, don’t get me wrong – I went to the red beach, which was cool and all, but it didn’t have that super soft sand that you may picture. It was more like fiber-y chunks of tree bark.
The black beach and white beach are supposedly cool, too (I didn’t go) – but again, not what you expect. Santorini is a raised island, so it’s like up on a platform. Hence the not so great beaches and rockiness.
I cannot talk about Paros enough. I loved loved L-O-V-E-D Paros. Did I tell you how much I loved Paros? No? Okay well get ready to sit and listen to me for about 10 hours. Yay so much fun!
We asked the guy at the front desk in my friend Andrew’s hostel which islands we should go to – we knew we wanted to do Santorini (I know, I know – super touristy…But it’s like one of those places I think everyone HAS to see) and one other.
Apparently Santorini doesn’t have great beaches and we wanted that, so he suggested Paros or Naxos. According to him, Naxos was more known for families, so Paros it was!
[Harbor in Paros – I don’t remember the exact name of it, so if someone does let me know!]
Because it totally makes sense that I’m posting this in winter, when I’m currently in the middle of planning a trip to Stockholm. LOLZ.
But I miss Greece so so so much. And thus I’m going to talk about my trip there from like a year ago. There is something in the air in Greece that just screams CHILL (just like that, in all caps).
Especially Paros. I could go back there again and again – they spray Xanax or beaver tranquilizer vapor in the air. How legal that is, I’m not sure, but how super CHILLED out I was, that I am sure of!
Okay so I wanted to go to Apple Hill so badly once I found out about it. I love hills. And apples. So clearly it was made for me.
But let me tell you – it’s much more than that. Although there are many apples and hills involved. And apples in so many forms – (hard) cider, beer, strudel, pie, freshly picked, it goes on and on.
We couldn’t actually do any apple picking the first time we were there (all the apples are gone by like September, news to me), although we did go rogue and pick some off the ground on the side of the road. There were a ton of them and they looked like they were going bad! So I was doing them a favor! Otherwise they’d attract deer and other unwanted pests and the like…
The second time, however – I made SURE we would get to pick them apples. All of them. And you bet we did.
Oh, so I hear you’re going to the Eastern Sierras?
Well, you’re in luck because I just came back and had. An. Epic. Time.
Check out where you should go & why below: